Tick, Tock, time is up.
Where do you run, when out of luck?
Into the valleys, hill and dale?
Or into the mountains, hidden by frosty veil?
The madness comes, terror in the night.
It seeks us now, shudders with hell bound delight.
We run. We hide. Try to escape.
Yet destiny comes, it is fate.
Laughter floats down on the wind.
Eyes film over, now tis the end.
Tick Tock
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
RedRavenPoems 
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